I suffered from depression for four years. At that point in my life, every day was a struggle. I attempted to conceal my depression and wore a smile every day even though I wanted to die deep down. I didn’t want to live, but I knew I could never commit to killing myself. Eventually, my depression led to a serve eating disorder. It was then that I decided that I wanted to get better, but I couldn’t. As weeks turned into months, my depression began to get better, but I was still severely underweight and anorexic. The only person I had ever informed about my problems was my mom because I couldn’t build up the courage to tell anyone else. I had talked to a counselor for two years, and that helped. To this day, I have gained 20 pounds back, but I still carry these deep thoughts with me where ever I go. I want to be happy, and I hope that one day I will be. I want to say to anyone who suffers from depression that your life matters, and it’s okay to feel the way you do. Thank you.
NEW MEMBER –KELLY P – LAREDO, TEXAS